Bedfellows

The ever excellent Billmon has a good post on the uneasy marriage between the U.S. Republican Party and the craze Christian Taliban over at the Whiskey Bar.

The Christian Right has become the feeding tube that ensures the G.O.P's continued electoral survival, but the party's dependancy on the Loons for Jesus is making some on the right squirm.

Important Terri Schiavo update!

Still braindead.

It's so cold in this house.

Spring has taken a powder on us. Instead of green shoots sprouting from branches and nosing their way up through the earth, we're in the midst of a March snow dump, which is sadly typical for this town. Thank god another west coast escape awaits.

Anyway, I was perusing Amazon.com for the tracklist to the new Bloc Party, and I noticed that all the albums under the "Customers who bought this title also bought..." heading were albums I've acquired in the past three months. I am a drone.

I've scored the most ridiculous DJ gig of all time. Thanks to the machinations of my girlfriend and the promise of free booze, I'm manning the decks at her office party on April 2. Apparently there will be Smirinoff Ice girls in bikinis, fog machines and a firetruck with a hot tub in the back. I am not making this up.

TMI

The underpants I'm wearing today are ridiculously uncomfortable.

I know this is late, but...

... the Fred Durst sex tape was so totally leaked by his people. I mean come on: are you trying to tell me that someone would look for that shit on purpose? No fucking way.

Freedom is, like, so hott.

A few months ago, during the Ukranian presidential election hubub, my old roomate and I noticed that coverage of pro-Yushenko demonstrations featured a perponderance of hot young chicks. While we agreed that hot chicks and democracy are pretty awesome, we didn't really think much of the implications of such imagery.

However, with Beruit apparently being overrun with anti-Syrian
babes (if you are to believe the MSM who's coverage has resembled an episode of "Beirut's Next Top Model"), the use of hot chicks as propaganda tools is impossible to ignore.

I am, however, not surprised.

Noooo!

Korn guitarist finds god, leaves band!

No word on where God was found. My money is on "...in a puddle of His own urine outside of the Score.."
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